Luyện nghe bài hát Parable of the Sower

I've woken again in an of salt
Drenched from
Dreams of such
haunt my evenings

Nightmares of a so absurd
This of events could never occur
vivid imagery has me
Blurring all kinds of
Between here and

Billboards have replaced all window
Faith is less a feeling and more a
Fed up are the sun and the
They're up and leaving soon

My twisted
It has a of its own
me from this dream
My precognition
Its distance from the grows
Please wake me from this

There's an answer for
behind child-proof plastic locks
And cotton swabs
There's medicine for ill
If the right
The can be drowned with a bitter pill

All the are paper thin
necks barely hold up their heads
Boys have trained
And prepared birth
To their role
And fight until their

My twisted
It has a of its own
me from this dream
My precognition
Its distance the truth grows
Please save me from dream

only a fabrication
This is all in my head
only a fabrication
This place is all in my

I rub my eyes to
This time I thought
I was in a
been open wide